My lover's got humour

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshipped her sooner



If the Heavens ever did speak

She is the last true mouth piece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

We were born sick, you heard them say it



My church offers no absolutes

She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well



Amen Amen Amen



Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog

At the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins

And you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life



If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea

Get something shiny



Something meaty for the main course

That's a fine looking high horse

What you got in the stable?

We've a lot of starving faithful



That looks tasty

That looks plenty

This is hungry work



Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog

At the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins

And you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life



No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence

Than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that

Sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean



Amen Amen Amen



Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog

At the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins

And you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life